Every single night I endure the fight of little wings of white-flamed butterflies in my brain. These ideas of mine percolate the mind, trickle down the spine, swarm the bell, swellin' to a blaze. That's when the pain comes in like a second skeleton trying to fit beneath the skin. I can't fit the feelings in. Every single night is a fight with my brain.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6851 | 2018-10-26 11:18:06 | 75.11 | 96% |
| 5855 | 2018-05-24 11:29:45 | 85.91 | 98% |
| 5735 | 2018-05-21 15:52:45 | 79.39 | 96% |